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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Fear,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.