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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.