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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Nico,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.