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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.