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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Index,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rekid,
X-101,
Skarface,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.