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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Saints to the grime 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
MDC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.