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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Neu! to the disco 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
The Raincoats,
Television,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.