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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Pole,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.