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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.