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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
The Human League,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.