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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sam Rivers to the rap 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
UT,
Swans,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
The Sound,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.