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 Gabon and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.