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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.