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 Guinea-Bissau and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.