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 Suriname and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oneida to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
June Days,
John Holt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
the Germs,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Slave,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.