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 Vietnam and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 U.S. Maple to the grime 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.