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 Algeria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.