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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Joy Division 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.