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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Monks,
Fluxion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.