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 Jordan and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Last Poets to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Japan,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.