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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.