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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.