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 Comoros and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
The Moody Blues,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.