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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.