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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the disco 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
The Remains,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.