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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Grey Daturas,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.