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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Television,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
Camouflage,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.