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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Funky Four + One,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.