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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Magazine to the dance 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Das Ding,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.