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 Congo 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
The Young Rascals,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.