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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.