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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.