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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Main Source to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Cluster,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.