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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '80s.
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 The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.