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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.