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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Can,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.