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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 synthesizer 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 Babytalk to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
Moebius,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Drexciya,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
Iggy Pop,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.