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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Todd Terry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.