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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pussy Galore,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.