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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Au Pairs,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Con Funk Shun,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Section 25,
Deakin,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.