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 Egypt and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Eurythmics,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.