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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Technova,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.