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 Finland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Shoche,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Schoolly D,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hoover,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.