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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.