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 Venezuela and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Dead Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
The Move,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.