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 Indonesia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.