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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
the Swans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Public Enemy,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Yaz,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Marmalade,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Moss Icon,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.