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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Make Up,
CMW,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.