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 United States and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.