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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Hoover,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.