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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the punk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Inner City,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Kas Product,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Youth Brigade,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.