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 India and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dirtbombs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.