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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.