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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moon. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Kayak,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.