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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.