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 Hungary and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.