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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Niagra,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.