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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Human League,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.