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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.