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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.