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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
The Doors,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
48th St. Collective,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Lalann,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.