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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Ten City,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.