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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.