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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Franke,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Negative Approach,
Brick,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.