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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.