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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Beau Brummels,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Cameo,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.