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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 snare 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sound,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.