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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.