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 China and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yaz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.