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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacques Brel,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.