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 Colombia and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ralphi Rosario 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Shadows of Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Television Personalities,
Index,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Chrome,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.