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 Chad and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Lakeside,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.