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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Cale,
Television,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.