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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Sonic Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.