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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Television Personalities,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.