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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode 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?
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Inner City,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scientists,
Can,
Supertramp,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.