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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.