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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blackbyrds,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
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Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
T.S.O.L.,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.