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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.