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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Liliput,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.