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 United States and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Foxx to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Skarface,
New Order,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Can,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Rapeman,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.