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 Canada and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Nico,
The Saints,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Sister Nancy,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.