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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Lalann,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Motions,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.