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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Whodini to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '90s.
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 Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
The Move,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Talk Talk,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.