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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Motorama,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
UT,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.