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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.