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 Mauritania 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.