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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Index,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.