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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
New Order,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.