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 Australia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
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 theremin 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.