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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.