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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Aswad,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Ultravox,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.