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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Fire Engines 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Moebius,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.