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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
PIL,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.