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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.