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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Gastr Del Sol,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
CMW,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.