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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.