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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Unwound,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.