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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Saccharine Trust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.