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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the rap 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.