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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
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 Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Cal Tjader to the funk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Skarface,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.