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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
Brick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.