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 Lesotho and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
The Five Americans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.