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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.