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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the jazz 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.