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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
The Wake,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Smog,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.