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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.