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 Greece and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Gong,
Dead Boys,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.