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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Oneida,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Warren Ellis,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.