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 France and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Organ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.