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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Slave,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.