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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Nirvana,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Brass Construction,
Lower 48,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.