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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Rites of Spring,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.