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 Germany and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Erasure,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.