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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the funk 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Sam Rivers,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.