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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Grey Daturas,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.