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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Fear,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.