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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MDC,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.