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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.