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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.