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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 H. Thieme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Visage,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.