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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Black Pus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
Warsaw,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.