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 Montenegro and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Darondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.