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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 World's Most to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Wings,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.