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 Israel and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Real Kids to the crunk 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Brick,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.