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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Das Ding 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.