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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Saints,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Whodini,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.