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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.