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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Erasure,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.