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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Khruangbin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.