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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.