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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.