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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.