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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
cv313,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.