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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
ABC,
DNA,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.