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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Wings,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.