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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy 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?
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.