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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oblivians,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.