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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Gichy Dan,
Ronnie Foster,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.