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 Mauritania and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wolf Eyes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Loose Ends,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.