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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moebius,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
the Association,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.