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 Mozambique and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Quantec,
June Days,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.