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 Canada and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry's Kids,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.