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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Newcleus,
Swans,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
KRS-One,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.