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 Ecuador 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Organ,
Unwound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harry Pussy,
Livin' Joy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.