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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Josef K,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Organ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Cameo,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.