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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
Dead Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.