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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
AZ,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dead C,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.