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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
Country Teasers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.