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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.