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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
Maurizio,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.