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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Don Cherry,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Deakin,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.