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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy 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?
Deepchord,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.