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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Red Krayola to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
The Associates,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harry Pussy,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.