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 Germany and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.