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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Human League,
Byron Stingily,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.