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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Pierre Henry to the disco 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Visage,
cv313,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
The Index,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.