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 Haiti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.