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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.