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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
The Golliwogs,
PIL,
Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Wings,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.