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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nico,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.