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 Panama and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Model 500 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
AZ,
ABC,
Wings,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
New Order,
The Doors,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.