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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Lindisfarne,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.