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 Indonesia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
ABBA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.