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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Can,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Radiohead,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantytec,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.