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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
Anakelly,
Cheater Slicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.