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 Spain and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
PIL,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.