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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Motorama,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
Fat Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.