Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Index,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.