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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
The Seeds,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.