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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Franke,
Shoche,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
X-102,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.