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 Micronesia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Wire,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.