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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Vogues to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Swans,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
The Motions,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
PIL,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.