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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.