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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Model 500,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.