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 Turkmenistan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kinks to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Can,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Joe Smooth,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Hashim,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.