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 Costa Rica and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
MC5,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.