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 Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
The Cramps,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiohead,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.