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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Eden Ahbez,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.