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 Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.