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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Enemy,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.