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 Ecuador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
The Slackers,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deakin,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.