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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
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 mellotron 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Brick,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.