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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the grime 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Jandek,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Bob Dylan,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
June Days,
MC5,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.