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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.