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 Namibia and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.