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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 The Index to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.