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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Inner City,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.