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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.