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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Janne Schatter,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.