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 Haiti and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.