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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Nas,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.