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 St Lucia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.