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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.