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 Netherlands 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.