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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.