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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Scion,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
The Slits,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.