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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.