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 Morocco and from London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Mars,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.