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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.