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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.