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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Niagra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Lalann,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.