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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Make Up,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.