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 Venezuela 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
The Mummies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Index,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.