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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
the Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.