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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Banda Bassotti,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Juan Atkins,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
The Index,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.