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 Congo and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Bluetip,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.