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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.