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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Wire,
the Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Brass Construction,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.