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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Lyres,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.