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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.