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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.