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 Grenada and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Man Parrish,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.