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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.