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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.