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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.