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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 FM Einheit to the rap 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
MDC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
PIL,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.