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 Kenya and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.