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 Chile and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.