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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Lou Reed 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Popol Vuh,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Rapeman,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.