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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Television to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.