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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.