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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.