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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Janne Schatter,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.