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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Invisible 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Q65,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Crime,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Mars,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.