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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.