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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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.