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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
JFA,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Crime,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.