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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
10cc,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quadrant,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
AZ,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.