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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.