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 Chad and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Alice Coltrane,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.