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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mojo Men,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.