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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
10cc,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.