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 Syria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suicide to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Faraquet,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.