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 Niger 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
DNA,
PIL,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Ten City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.