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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Black Moon,
PIL,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
the Swans,
The Fall,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.