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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Maurizio,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Whodini,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.