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 Belize and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Das Ding,
Eric Copeland,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Cluster,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.