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 Moldova 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
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 marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.