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 Georgia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
a-ha,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.