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 Estonia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Index,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.