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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
The Wake,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.