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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Josef K,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.