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 Afghanistan 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.