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 Oman and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Ituana,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Darondo,
the Association,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.