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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
the Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Spandau Ballet,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.