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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.