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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Schoolly D to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Crime,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
The Move,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.