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 Thailand 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Colin Newman,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Alice Coltrane,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
DNA,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.