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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
MDC,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.