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 Peru 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.