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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Althea and Donna,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.