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 Grenada and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Barry Ungar 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.