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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Organ,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cybotron,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.