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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.