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 Norway and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fortunes to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Mars,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Newcleus,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.