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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nico,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stereo Dub,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.