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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Josef K,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.