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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.