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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.