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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fuzztones to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.