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 Bangladesh and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.