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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
The Index,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.