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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.