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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Icehouse,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
The Invisible,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.