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 Albania and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.