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 Saudi Arabia and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kayak,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.