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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Arcadia,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.