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 Hungary 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fat Boys to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.