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 Grenada and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the funk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.