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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.