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 Congo and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Second Layer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Index,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.