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 Luxembourg and from Halifax.
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 Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Brick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.