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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Agitation Free,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
The Cure,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Ice-T,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.