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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
The Names,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.