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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
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 clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.