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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
JFA,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
cv313,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Zapp,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.