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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Remains,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.