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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.