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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the funk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.