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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.