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 Guatemala and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Desert Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.