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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Basic Channel to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.