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 Gambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blues Magoos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.