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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ken Boothe,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
X-102,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Pole,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Prince Buster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.