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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 organ 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 Ludus to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Eve St. Jones,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.