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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Unwound,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.