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 Dominican Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.