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 South Africa and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Index,
Jandek,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.