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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick May to the funk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deepchord,
Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.