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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Human League to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.