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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Gang Green,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.