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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
David McCallum,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Axelrod,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.