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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sight & Sound to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.