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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Japan,
John Foxx,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.