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 Austria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
The Moleskins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Nico,
Wings,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Swans,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.