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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Pantaleimon to the disco 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
the Association,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Oneida,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.