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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
Josef K,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.