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 South Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Seeds,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.