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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Lyres,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.