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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Henry Cow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.