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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
John Cale,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.