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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Suicide to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Icehouse,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.