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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Doors to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.