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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.