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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the techno 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
CMW,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.