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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.