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 Ecuador and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.