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 China and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Ten City to the rap 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mojo Men,
Freddie Wadling,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.