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 Thailand 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Stiv Bators,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Janne Schatter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
MC5,
the Association,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.