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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
MDC,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.