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 Portugal and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.