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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.