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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Quantec,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.