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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.