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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.