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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.