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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion 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?
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Christie,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Slave,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Zapp,
The Stooges,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.