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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.