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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hashim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Television,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.