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 Turkey and from Beijing.
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 Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Colin Newman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.