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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aswad,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.