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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Cameo,
The Golliwogs,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Rapeman,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.