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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
The Residents,
Wire,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Sugar Minott,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.