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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Make Up,
10cc,
Marshall Jefferson,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Mars,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
EPMD,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.