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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Smog to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
The Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Roxette,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.