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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Can,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bluetip,
Q65,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.