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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.