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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
Magazine,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.