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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.