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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.