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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro 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 Arcadia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Nico,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.