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 China and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Skriet,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.