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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.