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 Latvia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.