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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.