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 Australia and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Altered Images to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Ronnie Foster,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Brick,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.