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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Little Man,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Pole,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.