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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grunge 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.