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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scientists,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Rapeman,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.