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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Slave,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Nick Fraelich,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ituana,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.