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 Romania and from Manila.
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 Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Cybotron,
Mary Jane Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.