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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neu!,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.