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 Guyana and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.