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 Russia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.