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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.