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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Symarip to the grunge 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.