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 Calgary.
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 Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Prince Buster,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Count Five,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.