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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.