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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
10cc,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
the Germs,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.