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 Papua New Guinea 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mars,
Flipper,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.