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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.