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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.