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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Happenings to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
The Gories,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.