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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Moebius,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Music Machine,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.