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 Portugal 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Au Pairs,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.