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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Mars,
Lalann,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.