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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
MDC,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.