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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Maurizio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Scion,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Hill,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
June Days,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Ronan,
Skarface,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.