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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
ABBA,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rites of Spring,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Rosa Yemen,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.