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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Aswad,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.