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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sparks to the grime 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Althea and Donna,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.