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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the techno 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fear,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.