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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Quantec,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.