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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Technova,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Jandek,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Brick,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.