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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
JFA,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Laurel Aitken,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.