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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Junior Murvin,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Faust,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.