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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gong,
Skarface,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.