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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tim Buckley,
The Gap Band,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Television,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.