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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
X-Ray Spex,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.