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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deadbeat,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.