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 Jordan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
UT,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.