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 China and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.