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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
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 New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.