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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cluster,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q65,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.