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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.