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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 the Germs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Sparks,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Japan,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.