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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Jeff Mills 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
The New Christs,
Index,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
The Kinks,
Can,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.