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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Average White Band to the disco 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.