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 Japan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.