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 Georgia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
These Immortal Souls,
The Pretty Things,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
The Pop Group,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.