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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Leaves,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.