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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Foxx,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
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.