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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Porter Ricks,
The New Christs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.