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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.