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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Amazonics to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.