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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 The Sound to the dance 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Quadrant,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Görl,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Crime,
Pagans,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.