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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Pantytec to the dance 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Deepchord,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
Cymande,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Sound Behaviour,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.