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 Ukraine and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
Mission of Burma,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Fear,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.