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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.