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 Comoros 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Arcadia to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
X-101,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brick,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.