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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Basic Channel,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.