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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Nico to the rap 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Prince Buster,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.