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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the rock 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
The Kinks,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.