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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.