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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
E-Dancer,
Simply Red,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.