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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 T. Rex to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.