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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Juan Atkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.