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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Urselle,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.