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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
Buzzcocks,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.