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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rufus Thomas,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.