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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Nas,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.