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 Liberia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.