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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.