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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Move to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.