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 Russia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
Nico,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Drexciya,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mars,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.