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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Last Poets to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
June Days,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Erasure,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.