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 Switzerland and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
The Fall,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.