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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.