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 Angola and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Little Man,
Franke,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.