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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Interpol,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
The Barracudas,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
the Association,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
World's Most,
X-102,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.