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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.