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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Ludus,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.