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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Ituana,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Infiniti,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.