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 Peru and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Soft Machine,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
Half Japanese,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.