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 Mali and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Con Funk Shun,
Grauzone,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.