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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.