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 Suriname and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the grime 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.