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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
The Move,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.