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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Mars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.