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 Egypt and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Kurtis Blow,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
June Days,
X-102,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Moebius,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.