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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
UT,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.