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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Visage,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.