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 Zambia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.