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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
Bauhaus,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.