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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Pole,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Mr. Review,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Television,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Q65,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.