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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Grauzone,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Warsaw,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Bluetip,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.