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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
The Names,
Monks,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.