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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Kerri Chandler,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Bobby Womack,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.