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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Black Bananas,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.