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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fortunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.