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 Australia and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.