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 Kenya and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.