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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pole to the rock 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.