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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 The Gories to the rap 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.