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 Ireland and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fugs to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.