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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.