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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.