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 Lebanon and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
The Alarm Clocks,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.