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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.