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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.