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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Lyres,
The Raincoats,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Motorama,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Talk Talk,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.