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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.