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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Amon Düül to the disco 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.