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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the techno 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
Swell Maps,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.