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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
ABC,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.