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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Hood to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Pagans,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.