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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Robert Görl,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.