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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Reagan Youth to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.