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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.