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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Jandek,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Hill,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.