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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.