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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Black Sheep 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.