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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.