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 San Marino and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Evens to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
The Index,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.