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 Austria 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
MDC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.