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 Comoros 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Camouflage,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.