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 Sri Lanka and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the techno 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Minutemen,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.