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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
The Mummies,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental 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.