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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
AZ,
X-102,
MC5,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.