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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Monolake,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.