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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.