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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.