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 Belgium and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.