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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Funkadelic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Chrome,
The Victims,
the Association,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Henry Cow,
LL Cool J,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Index,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.