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 Ethiopia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.