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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.