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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Hashim to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
ABBA,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.