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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
Suicide,
Technova,
Can,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Index,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.