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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Danielle Patucci,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
The Techniques,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.