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 Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yaz,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.