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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Scion,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.