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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Wyatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Motions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.