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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
PIL,
Niagra,
Deepchord,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.