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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Arab on Radar,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
UT,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.