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 Iceland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Symarip,
MC5,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.