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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.