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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Slave,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.