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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reuben Wilson,
Lungfish,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.