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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zapp,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
JFA,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.