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 Russia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Ludus,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
JFA,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.