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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camouflage to the jazz 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.