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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Gichy Dan,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Can,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.