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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the techno 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.