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 Romania and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funkadelic to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Wire,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Lyres,
Skriet,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
X-102,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.