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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
Scrapy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.