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 Micronesia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Sonic Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.