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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.