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 Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
DNA,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.