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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Make Up,
JFA,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Saints,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.