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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Sight & Sound,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
Man Parrish,
Index,
The Invisible,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.