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 Nepal 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
The Human League,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.