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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Black Pus,
Blake Baxter,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.