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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.