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 Gabon 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Wire,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
EPMD,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Slave,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Alton Ellis,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.