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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Flipper,
The Busters,
The Index,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.