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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.