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 Colombia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Absolute Body Control,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Patti Smith,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.