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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.