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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
Lyres,
The Names,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.