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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Alice Coltrane,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Q65,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.