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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Pierre Henry 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.