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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Robert Hood,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.