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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Moebius 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
The Monks,
CMW,
Quadrant,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.