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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 PIL to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.