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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Index,
Minutemen,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.