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 Niger and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Buzzcocks,
Pantytec,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Index,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Desert Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.