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 Greece and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
Pylon,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.