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 Iran and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Fluxion,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Symarip,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.