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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Nico,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Motorama,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Young Marble Giants,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.