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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Eve St. Jones,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Warsaw,
The Move,
Roxette,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.