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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Germs,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
CMW,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.